Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

thin canopy woods.
light hits the grassy ground
and it glows green

the sun rises
over the river,
worlds collide

before opening, 
a crow takes a table,
and demands service

a rotten log grows
a vibrant mushroom cluster —
soon to rot, itself

when Fall leaves are green 
and pale yellow, i get 
citrus autumn mind

the ship is gone.
its journey recorded
in liquid ripples

autumn afternoon
sun catches one hillside;
the other is shy

autumn afternoon
sun catches one hillside;
the other is shy

rotten log fungi
imitate oysters
on pier pilings

in clear water,
a newt, darting or drifting,
seems to be flying